User blog comment:Llamao/Kotir Reborn/@comment-3474228-20120405021336/@comment-3474228-20120410234633

Sahja takes a goblet of wine from a desk near his bedside. "I call it relaxing, otter. Plus, I'd much rather be injured and at the command of 500 creatures than under the mercy of a warlord. Now go join the other slaves. Perhaps you can all try to escape." The warlord's eyes light up. "Survival not guaranteed."